>>19592609There was a nod and a click as Maria lifted the front end of the bed up, getting her in an upright position, Maria beckoning her closer before motioning towards a side table, where in a small jar floated a bloodclot, the size of a grape.
She shrugged, letting out a single, soft grunt before grabbing the note pad before writing something down on an empty paper before handing it towards Ash.
>Doing alright. Brain rattled. Talking difficult. Speech will come back. Surgery succesful. Had to cut my hair. Hair now shorter then yours.There's a faint chuckle from the back of her throat as she crosses her arms, clicking the pen again as she continues to write.
>Heard about your 'spat' with legal. Thought I'd vouch. Dojo needs you. But...Maria furrows her brow, looking quite serious towards the Dojo's Sensei. A look a disappointed mother would give a child.
